The world shot down Love as a spy, once upon a time ago. // ...now I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of Your face. // You get bigger as you go, bales of memory like boats in tow.

Monday, July 03, 2006

The Libertarian Folksinger's Lament

Several years ago, from the last row of a John Gorka show, but written for Fred Eaglesmith.The Libertarian Folksinger's Lament - (Get My Way)I’m fairly certain it can’t be my pretty faceAnd my taste except for music is just way too commonplace….To suit youMy dress is not androgynousI don’t cater to that new-age fuss you make….Aww, that pretty fluff you take

But I’m happy jus’ to be hereAnd you know I came to playAnd I know that we can get alongIf you would only, let me…. get my way

My politics aren’t where you think they have to beI’m jus’ plain full of antisocial tendenciesMy friends are all annoying; forgive if I offend you all by toyingWith your genteel sensibilities

(Bridge)My girlfriend’s lookin’ way too tough,My lyrics are not sweet enough to sell youAnd I paid the band in cashAnd they are out there gittin’ trashedAn’ if you think they drink too much, well….Jus’ let me tell you….

But I’m happy jus’ to be hereAnd you know I came to playAnd I know that we can get alongIf you would only, let me…. get my way

I’m here because I heard your towers call to meFrom your ivy-covered eyes and universitiesAdversity is hard to see, empowered tho’ you beWhen your crystal’s on the fritzIt takes some balls to be….

Happy jus’ to be hereAn’ you know I came to playAnd I know that we can get alongIf you would only, let me…. get my way

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About Me

From Lancaster, Ohio, and living somewhere outside Athens with my beautiful and brilliant much-better-half. I play occasionally in two alt.country bands. In my spare time, I ignore the lawn and garden until it's almost too late, chase the two dogs
around the yard, practice juggling the two kittens, and try to forget that I am a "Dilbert" for a flooring company in Columbus.